The clock's arms, both on top of each other.
and I had lost the other pair of my glass slipper...
I cannot look back,
for there is someone chasing me.
Calling my attention as I run away.
Don't go look for me, my prince.
For I am afraid,
That I had changed from the last time we danced together...
I have no reputation like yours.
but just a servant, waiting for my master's return.